She could feel her nipples harden and her slit was primed and ready for some Boy Scout/Girl Scout Jamboree time with lots of after dark “getting acq...uainted” Camaraderie.She was wearing the official Girl Scout underwear because it was more comfortable for female crotches and her merit badge sash was partially covering her bare middle like she was some sort of swashbuckling pirate.It was obvious that the uniform designed for staying comfortable in the outdoors and in the heat of summer made her. She had picked out a blonde wig with semi-curly hair that came down past my shoulders. She fixed it to my head and the feeling of having hair against my back was foreign but I quickly got used to it. As I looked at myself in the mirror I realized that from the neck up I looked like a girl. Not only did I look like a girl but I was pretty hot.“Stop admiring yourself. Its time to get dressed” Hannah said. “OK. Now I need you to put all of this on” she said pointing to the items she had just. Not because of her father, but because of who she has made of herself. That is the only way she can protect Ko, and everyone else she holds closest.(This story takes place somewhere in the vicinity of a hundred thousand years BC. The tribes of characters involved are very much fully-evolved and intelligent humans, but the world they live in and the level to which their society has progressed is far behind our own. They use tools, have language, traditions and established cultural ideas. Yet. She just wanted him tomake it up to her was all. And yes, she wanted to give him a kiss -along with a cuddle and a great big hug - but first, she wanted anapology. Fortunately, Brad could read her mind as easily as he couldread her expression."All right, that's it!" Brad said, rearing up off the ground with hisarms outstretched, "I think it's time for a SPANKING."Angie screamed and ran down the path, woodchips scattering in everydirection. She wasn't sure if he was really going to spank her,.